Straight A's | Trouble in Paradise E3 (Patreon)

Everyone is over the age of 18

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I woke up before Joe did. Or maybe I didn't really fall asleep again after what I saw last night. 

Has he been fucking himself a lot and I just never noticed? 

When did it start? 

Why is he doing that in the middle of the night?

When did I stop satisfying him? 

I want to touch him and I want to be as far away from the bed as possible all at the same time. Fuck, I feel like those ridiculous chicks that used to tell me that guys watching porn is a form of cheating. I used to say, “All guys jerk off. No woman wants to take it as many times as a guy needs to cum.” 

But in all honesty, I haven't jerked off since I've been living here at Joe’s. He's always there, willing to extract a load out of me. It doesn’t matter if I’m sweaty from practice, or if I want to dump a quick morning nut. He’s always ready and willing. 

Is he tired of me? 

Joe rolls around in his sleep and turns towards my chest. Naturally, I snuggle up with him and water rushes to my eyes as I smell his hair. 

“I'm so tired,” he mumbles in my upper body. A pang of anger strikes a chord in me. You wouldn't be so tired if you weren't up late playing with yourself. “Did you sleep well?” He gives me a little peck on my chest. 

“Yeah, fine,” I say and graze his back with my finger tips. He responds with a couple of kisses on my chest. 

“What do you want to do today?” 

The question causes my anxiety to spike. What I want to answer is, “I'm going to show you that you don't need a dildo. You don't need to watch porn to get off when I’m here.” 

However, Coach’s words ring in my head. Our big game is coming up, and I really was garbage at last night’s practice. 

“What happened?” Joe lifts his head and looks at me with sleepy eyes. He's too cute. I kiss him on the forehead and shake my head silently. “Your heart suddenly started beating really fast. And it's not this.” His knee brushes softly past my crotch. 

“It's nothing.” I push his head back into my chest so I don't have to look at him. It’s too much to look at him right now.

“Something happened at practice? Besides the coach being mad at you for being late.” 

“I just shot terribly yesterday,” I say. 

“Okay. Well, let's go practice? I could use a workout.” Joe intertwines his legs with mine. “You could teach me.” 

Later in the day, once Joe had another little sleep, we headed out to the basketball court. I have to say that being outside was already making me feel better, and being in park court made me remember the times when this sport was nothing but fun. 

“Alright, so we're going to do one-to-one right?” Joe dribbles the ball. “Wow, this ball is bouncy.” I had to laugh at his hand shape. 

“Sure,” I easily take the possession from him and turn around to make a shot. 

Swoosh. Nothing but net. 

“WOW!” Joe claps and I jog to get the ball. “Do that again.” 

Armed with confidence, I take another shot and it goes in again. 

“How do you do that?” This time, he runs to get the ball. Then, he attempts to make a shot but it doesn't even touch the rim. 

“Here.” I grab the ball as it rebounds. “Come here.” Joe stands in front of me and I teach him how to position the ball. To be honest, he's a lot shorter than I am and I'm not sure how the shot would land. 

“I feel like I'm one of those girls in a movie playing pool.” He giggles. 

“Keep your eye on the square.” I adjust his thin arms again. “You're gonna need more force than you think.” 

CLUNK! The ball hits the backboard and just barely goes into the net. 

“Yes!” Joe jumps up and down with joy and I smile at the cute boy acting like he just won the lottery. “I'm ready to take you on now.” 

“Are you now?” I pick up the ball and pass it to him. “Alright, come at me.” I take my stance. 

This is the look I love from Joe. It's the look that tells me how much he wants me. I know he loves to see me in my basketball jersey. 

“You asked for it!” He narrows his eyes in determination and then moves forward. He's already violated at least 2 rules, but I let it slide. I even let him run around me before I make a quick grab at his waist and lift him off the ground. 

“Troy!” He says with a laugh as he flails his limbs. For fun, I spin him around, and his shoes come flying off. 

“That's a foul,” I say and give him another spin before setting him down. He stumbles forward dizzily and almost lands on his butt before I catch him. 

“That's gonna be against the rules,” Joe says as he tries to get back on his feet. Failing to do so, he twists his body, and suddenly we're in a very nostalgic position. 

Him on his knees, and me towering over him. 

Just like old times.

Joe looks up with his big eyes, and I brush his brown hair back. Then, he caresses my calves suggestively, all the while asking the question with his expressive face. 

“Not here, Joe,” I say, looking around to see if there's anyone else in the park. It's quite early for the weekend, but it's a nice day and people are definitely gonna start coming by. 

“Please?” He digs his nose in my basketball shorts and sniffs loudly. “Mmm…”

I want to satisfy him. 

I need to satisfy him. 

“Let's go behind there… Joe…” I rub the side of his head as he feels for the shape of my cock with his lips. I pull him up, and lead him to a spot where the chances of us getting seen are a lot lower. 

Once we stop, Joe wastes no time in getting on his knees again and tugging on my black shorts. They slip off me, and I lurch forward as Joe goes directly for my balls. 

“Jesus, Joe…” I look down at my cock covering his nose and forehead. 

“MMmM…” He rolls my nuts in his mouth. Then, he presses my cock against his nose, rubbing my meat all over his face. 

“Fuck,” I mutter quietly. Having had enough teasing, I guide him to suck my dick and take in a big inhale as I get swallowed.

He still wants it from me. 

Joe reaches for my hands. At first, I thought he just wanted to hold my hands, but he placed them on the side of his own head.

“Ah…that's good…” I moan softly as I grip his head. It makes him turn up the suction on my shaft. “That's nice, Joe.” 

“GuhHhh…” He goes for a deep throat himself and I instinctively thrust forward. “GUhHHH!”

“You alright?” I let him breath and he strokes me while taking a gulp of air.

“You can…ahem…” He blinks hard and clears his throat. “You can call me names.” 

“Ah!” I lean back on the concrete wall as he sucks me again. Call him names? Like before when I was a jerk? “Yeah suck my dick… beta boy…”

“MMMmM!” Joe moans around my cock. I look down and see him shoving his hand down his pants. 

“You like sucking my dick?” I run my hand through his hair as he bobs on me. “That's right, suck my dick, Joe.”

“You can call me a loser,” he says while rubbing my slimy cock on his right cheek. 

“Suck this cock, loser.” I felt guilty as soon as I said it. 

But that's what he wants. Joe pulls his pants down enough to stroke himself and goes at my cock handsfree. At this point, he's swallowing me easily without gagging. 

“A big cock for a loser beta,” I try. “Suck it… bitch.”

I'm not even convinced by my own dirty talk. I was starting to lose my wood, but I didn't want it to show. I started humping his face to hide the effect of me softening. 

“MMmmm…” Joe relaxes his mouth as I pump into his lips. 

“Yeah…cum for me, beta.” I grip on his head tight. 

“MmMm…” He sputters on my crotch as I ram the back of his throat. 

“I want you to cum. Cum for me!” I look down at his face turning red. 

“MMMm!” 

“Yeah, suck my dick and cum!” I let go of his head and let him suck me. 

“Ah…” Joe looks up at me with red cheeks and watery eyes. “I want you to cum first.” 

Once outside his mouth, I rapidly deflate the rest of the way. He takes me back in, but it's too late. 

“Sorry.” I pull out of his mouth and quickly pull up my shorts to hide my limp dick. “I think I'm nervous.” 

Fuck. If there was ever a picture of disappointment in the dictionary, it's the look that’s written all over his face right now. 

“It's alright.” Joe gets up and pulls up his pants. “I want to go home, I think.” 

“Ok.” I try to get him to look at me but he turns quickly to walk away.